My Father’s Prayer

This is a short post, and it isn’t something I wrote. It’s something my Dad wrote.

When I was cleaning up his apartment, getting it ready for him to move to another place, I found this in the drawer of his nightstand. Apparently, it was something that came to him while he was sleeping, and he wrote down what he remembered when he woke. Later, I snagged it, intending that it should be on those cards they hand out at funerals. But it, and the picture of him and my Mother that I had intended to put in the casket with him, went missing. Eaten by my house, only to appear again well after their purpose was past.

But it stayed with me, and now it has surfaced again. THIS time, I’ve saved it on my computer, and I’m posting it here, because the simple beauty and faith of it still stays in my mind. And that deserves to be passed on to others. So here it is.

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… sleeping. Feb. 8, ’93

In the evening the flowers are gone

Sooner or later we too are gone

We enter a new beautifull world

A gift from God

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There were more beautifull words that I have forgotten

But that’s all right

God said it all

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I miss you, Dad.

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13 thoughts on “My Father’s Prayer

  1. Thumbup says:

    Wow.

  2. Thumbup says:

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  4. amommasview says:

    Makes me sad… Makes me think of my dad who is so far away and has dementia… He doesn’t remember me when I call and I can’t go see him. I hope he knows how much I love him.

    • warjna says:

      I hear you on that. Went through that with my mother, who had Alzheimer’s — a crime and a shame, that. And my father spent nearly three years lying alone in a bed in a nursing home. I could go up on weekends and see him, but that was all.
      Just consider this: dementia takes the short term memory first. He doesn’t remember you because his mind is full of the immediate past. Sometimes, not even the beginning of a sentence remains by the time you reach the end of it. But the past — years, decades — that remains. That is clear. Music, and smells, and feelings, they remain sharp and accessible even if they were not before. So if you treated him with love before his dementia took his memory, then he knows you love him even if he can’t tie the two together now. And that knowledge will never leave him.

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  6. Varina’s says:

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